teen-issues

There is no in between, we all have to touch our own bottom.

The end for us came with a knock on my window.

When Grant Blue reaches me, he bends his head down close enough that I can smell the soap and promise on his skin. Clean living and popularity__t__ quite the aftershave, let me tell you. If I__ being honest, the fact that he even has to bend to talk to me is making me want to swoon a little. ...But just a little.

Around eighth grade Margot started getting really sensitive about her weight, even though she wasn__ remotely fat__ust a little round-faced. So Margot did what any normal fourteen-year-old girl would do. She started puking on purpose, every day after fifth period. Of course now, she does more than puke. But we don__ talk about that. Because real friends don__ judge each other for what they do to survive in hell.

God damn, I wish I could fast-forward time and be old and wrinkly. How awesome would that be? No more worrying about getting ogled by douche bags like Trent Gibson, or getting all hormonal and bothered against my will over hotties like Grant Blue, who wouldn__ touch me with a ten-foot pole.

See, the thing is, I had a little misunderstanding with Trent Gibson in Pre-Calculus earlier. I dropped my textbook on his face__ccidentally, while we were discussing some_equations__nd he thought I was trying to brain him. So of course, he narked to Shoemaker, and apparently accidents are grounds for disciplinary action these days.